Descartes and the aliens are about to start a deadly battle.
At the foot of the mountains on the other side, the clear sound of treading water could be heard in the rainy night. Two figures wrapped in black raincoats were walking leisurely on the muddy mountain road, turning a deaf ear to the strange noises coming from the distance.
"I'm in some trouble."
A figure in a black poncho kicked the mud on his rain boots and said in a calm tone: "That Descartes from the East China Sea actually participated. The sound now should be that he is fighting."
"This guy..."
Another black rain sneered and let out a soft snort: "Since I stepped on the negotiation meeting in the East China Sea last year, my hands have been stretched longer and longer. I am afraid that the actions of the Executive Board are not as active as him."
"Sometimes I really wonder if this guy is a certain inheritor of the Judgment Bench opposite. What he did seems to be big, but it only makes him famous. In fact, it has not shaken any of the foundations of the local executive bureau.
"
Snap!
The rain boots stepped into a puddle, and water suddenly splashed everywhere.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
The tone of the man before was still calm and calm: "Whether he is the new successor of the Judgment Seat or not. As long as they, the group of forces that can really determine the fate of the Executive Board, still work on their own. Then in this world, there will be
The day when our civil forces exist."
Another black poncho nodded, and there were some questions in his words: "In the Jingshu Connoisseurs Association, there have been some interesting rumors recently, saying that the current 'Fool' is about to die of illness, and the family has a new successor.
The rise of the enemy, do you think it is possible..."
The black poncho waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more.
"At this point, if you want to achieve unification, you don't have to rely on reputation. If we say that Descartes is related to the Fool's side and wants to rely on this method to manage reputation and the entire force that is supported by public support, then it can only be said that they are fighting.
Wrong calculation."
"From the moment these fragments are spread across this land, the so-called destiny is no longer what people want."
The black poncho stopped and ordered: "Take your team and try to keep Descartes here tonight. I'm looking forward to your news tomorrow."
"Who are you……"
The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled the language style of the other party in the conversation. It was obviously not that of an ordinary companion, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his body: "Master, I am not..."
"No need to be nervous."
"This is just a piece of consciousness that I left on this guy, and it won't last long."
"I came here suddenly this time just to see your results. In fact, you can treat the conversation just now as just a casual chat."
After saying that, he ignored his subordinates who were already kneeling on the ground, stretched out his hands and snapped his fingers behind him: "I'll help you train it. To be honest, this time it was just to kidnap the target family. I didn't expect such an accident."
Very happy."
Huhu...
For a time, the wind and rain suddenly became much louder. In the large forest behind, crisp cracking sounds were heard one after another, as if trees were breaking apart under some unbearable weight.
So simple, controlled?! The kneeling black poncho was dumbfounded, and had never considered this possibility.
boom!
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded.
The outline of the black shadow's body becomes increasingly blurry under the wash of rain. It is huge, terrifying, and seems to be the silhouette of a mountain range far away in the horizon. It makes people feel a surge of energy coming from the depths of the soul, as if it were the most primitive.
Feeling of fear.
"What an interesting creature."
The companions who were temporarily replaced by other consciousness carefully looked at the burly figure standing in front of them. As if they had discovered something interesting, they couldn't help but step forward to observe.
"Now, I hand over control of it to you."
"Whether you can do this tonight or not depends entirely on your ability."
A mysterious and mysterious feeling filled my heart. The black poncho who was kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head from below, revealing an unreal face: "Thank you, Master, we will definitely accomplish your goal."
"I hope this will add a little new vitality to my recently boring life."
The sound stopped suddenly, and in front of the black poncho, a body fell straight down.
"What's wrong with you..." He just wanted to help him, but he only said half a sentence before he was frightened by the scene in front of him.
His former companion's eyes were now closed, making no sound, and thick blood like a hemorrhage was still flowing out of the other's seven orifices.
There is no doubt that this man is hopeless.
Could it be that the sequelae of the activation skills have been grafted on us... He stood up in the black poncho, his face under the hood was very ugly.
He knew that his master's skills were extremely strange, and even compared to the inheritance of the Judgment Seat, he would not give in. So no one knew how much backup he had left in his and others' bodies, and how much skill power he had preserved.
Just now, in order to completely control this alien, he used his separated consciousness power and technical power, but in the end, it was unreasonable for others to bear the backlash price of the skill.
But from this, we can see how terrifying this method is.
The black poncho glanced at his dead companion and sighed, but did not intend to stay too long. He looked at the motionless black shadow behind him and continued walking towards the village.
At this point, his only mission is to capture the target family and kill Descartes completely.
After another rugged journey, the outline of the village was clearly visible. The black poncho held a smile, but his expression suddenly changed.
Pattering...
The sound of rain was mixed, and a small stream formed on the ground from high to low. But at this moment, there was a bloody smell in the air, gurgling from top to bottom.
The black poncho first stopped the movement of the alien behind him, looked at the ground carefully, and immediately discovered that there were strands of blood mixed in the stream.
His eyes followed the flow of the terrain, and he finally found the source of the blood.
At the starting point of the mountain road ahead, I don't know when a stone pier was placed in the road. On it was a red hunting knife, and on the handle of the hunting knife, there was a figure with his back to him.
Hold it in your hand.
The blood in the stream on the ground was the rain washing down the coat on his back.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
A clear voice penetrated through the rain.
"Who are you?"
The black poncho looked solemn.
Now he can still hear the huge noises in the village, which means that Descartes is still in the battle and unable to escape. But in this case, what is the origin of the person blocking the road now?!
"Then let's get to know each other here."
Gao Yi slowly turned around, revealing a hazy face.